You’re injured from the night before, being a vigilante had its risks after all. Your body was sore, you had bruises all over.

You sat beside Rorschach in a house you shared with him, both of you fight crime in your own ways. He saw you trying to get up to get some food, he patted your thigh as if to stop you.

“Don’t get up, I’ll do it.” He said in a gruff voice, getting up and retrieving your food for you. He was rough and serious all the time, but was definitely somewhat nicer to you.